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In the nick of time!

Once more I was acutely reminded of the fact that I am a very lucky person and life has been good to me in general. It seems my decision to exit from the employ of my previous employer was a very prudent and timely decision.

The phrase in the nick of time has been excellently demonstrated in my case. I recently changed jobs, exited from a very good albeit unsatisfactory job with an NGO. With all due respect to the institution, I felt there wsa nothing more I could have contributed, plus some aspects of the work culture led me to exit the organisation barely one year after I had joined. Not to mention the fact that I was made an offer by another organisation which I could not possibly refuse, otherwise I would still be at Shimla.

I left the previous job with some reservations and definitely some regrets. It was kinda fun to work with the NGO, but I had to advance my career. But thats besides the point.

I have still maintained healthy relations with my colleagues and am in regular touch with them. Now, almost a month later, I receive news that the project has run into even more serious trouble with the funding agency. From reports I have received, the project shutdown is imminent, which would be a terrible blow to the NGO. A lot was at stake. If this news is true then I guess I quit at the time, before the project was shut down. Although it would seem unfair and that I am a 'fair weather friend', but what would have ensued would have been salary delays and hold ups with embarrassing to the organisation and myself. Being on the roll, the NGO would have been hard pressed to shunt me out, which would be uncomfortable and awkward to both parties.

It would seem my exit was a blessing in disguise, the NGO was probably the trouble of laying me off.I guess its true then: "all for the best".

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